Horizon Ridge my father was the last lord of light

Although Epic was no mind reader and his guess work was often wrong, Illidan was not right with his estimate that the Twiddlestick-male had found himself. While the Rusalka beta held memories, experiences and thoughts of his parents, some happy and some sad, Epic had none. His heroes were maybe sticky, fantasy figures; replacing who could and would have been a parent. Having a black-out about his past, his former pack and parents meant he had to come up with something else. Though he had no idea just how big this issue seemed to be; but everything from his ethics to his feelings of right and wrong were partly shaped on stories instead of experiences.

"Join you, hmmm?" The lone wolf gave it a pensive thought; even if future events would spin him towards the Firebirds because of his friend Wraen, he felt honored that Illidan would even consider him. "What's Rusalka like?" Epic questioned, leaving the more 'hostile' pack out of the picture since it became clear with Illidan's tidbits of information that it were these wrotten wolves the sea witch had spoken about. At the same time, had Epic known that Capaihas was Alpha he might have reacted more nervous. Somehow an Alpha made him stutter. "What sort of wolves would fit the pack?"

Epic wondered not knowing what the future would bring; if Firebirds was his indefinate home or whether he would spread his wings -- it was never wrong to learn about the lay of the lands and the packs who resided here.